Her clear complexion seemed to invite soft touches, perhaps a tender caress along her cheek. Her breath was sweet, her lips appeared to be soft and in...iting. A faint aroma of perfume, a gentle scent, came from her body. He couldn’t place it, but it seemed to fit her perfectly. For her part, she noticed once again the short white beard, and his blue eyes, seeming to sparkle in his face. He was bald, making him appear older, but now that she studied him more, she thought that, no, he must be. There was a large pile of griddle cakes and scrambled eggs and fried sausage. I could smell freshly brewed Cintosa as well.The table was barely large enough for the five of us. River's parents sat on one side, nearest the stove and we sat on the other side of the table, with River between us. It was a bench table, relatively long and narrow, which didn't allow for seating at the ends, but which I could see came in handy when working in the kitchen, as it became an extra workspace with the. And let me tell you when my son finally woke up to get ready for school and found out he had a snow day (a regular occurrence where we used to live) he couldn’t keep his excitement bottled up. It was as if he was a child on Christmas morning not the teenager he was. He quickly ate his breakfast and got on his winter gear we had long since stowed away and bolted out the door with his snowboard to the closest hills. We didn’t see him until supper time and when we did finally see him all covered. This went on for a couple of minutes. Sara pulled back and moved her hand up to Jenny's soaking pussy and started to slide her fingers between Jenny's labia and finally slid her middle finger into her. Jenny gasped. Sara stopped looked at me, leaned towards me and placed the sticky wet finger on my lips. Taste her, she tastes wonderful. What else could I do? I love eating pussy. I opened my mouth and let her slip her finger into my mouth, I tasted Jenny and her young blonde pussy.